Fuck fuck fuck!!! FUCK!!

No, that's not a joke. I'm mid-freak out and it's too late to call anyone.

One of the cats ate the flowers off a peace lily plant that I just brought home. It was a gift. And I left it in the dining room because usually they don't eat plants. Tucker has been known to chew on leaves but they don't eat flowers.

I even had a huge peace plant for a while, and they never touched it. But now I come home and there's puke on the floor that's got three (three!!) flowers in it. The plant's all chewed up...and I don't know who did the chewing.

So why am I freaking out? Well, it's because these plants are poisonous to cats. As in toxic. As in bad things can happen to a cat if it eats one...*especially* the flowers. The flowers are the *worst* part.

I had to call Animal Poison Control. They charge you $55 for a phone call before they can tell you whether or not your cat just ingested something that could kill it. And you pay it because you're scared that your animal is going to start having seizures and die.

There's nothing I can do. What's done is done and now I just need to watch and wait and try to intervene if someone takes a bad turn.

Man! This is the last thing I need right now. I *don't* need another reason to lose sleep at night. I don't need another thing to scare the hell out of me. I don't need to lose another cat.

I hate this. Fragile things break...so we're careful with them. Why don't we get the same break? When we are fragile, why can't Life be a little more considerate? Mom was right when she said that Life wasn't fair...but I wish that the bad things could be spaced apart a little bit more...and not one on top of the other.

Motherfucker.